Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

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The moment this word was uttered, all the surrounding windows suddenly opened!

Gusts of wind swept in, blowing the entire second floor into darkness. Tables, chairs and benches were flying around, and bowls, dishes and chopsticks were scattered everywhere.

The wine in everyone's glasses was blown up, and then spilled along the window onto the dirt outside.

"what!"

Xiaodaotong of Qingyun Temple yelled in horror, he felt as if a five-element hand grabbed his arm and threw him down from the second floor abruptly.

The other Xiaodao boy had already been taken up by the strong wind, and was thrown directly from upstairs.

The gust of wind came suddenly, and it went suddenly.

It lasted for about seven or eight breaths, then suddenly stopped.

It's just that a good banquet was completely ruined like this.

The tables and chairs were damaged, the floor was in a mess, and all kinds of dishes were scattered all over the floor. What made everyone feel distressed was that the spirit wine in everyone's cups was blown away by the strong wind before they could take a sip.

"Where... where did the wind come from!" Someone was crying.

"Quick, where are the two little masters!" A rich man also exclaimed, "It seems to have been blown down by the gust of wind just now? Hurry up and send someone over to have a look!"

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

Jin Shuli helped Jin Anfu up from the ground, and asked worriedly.

After all, he is a 70-year-old man, so after this gust of wind, something unexpected might happen.

"fine."

The old man Jin was obviously frightened, but he was not physically injured.

"Ouch......"

The shopkeeper heard the screams from upstairs before, but now he also ran up, staring at the mess on the second floor in a daze: "What's the matter?"

"Suddenly there was a gust of wind." Someone said with lingering fear: "It almost rolls people up."

"Gale?"

The shopkeeper's face was full of confusion: "Where is the strong wind coming from?"

He had been standing at the door just now, it was obviously a sunny scene, and he couldn't even sense the slightest breeze.

Jin Anfu also had a look of regret on his face.

It was the spiritual wine given by Daoist Qingxu, and it was blown away by the strong wind.

Could it be that... this was intentionally arranged by the gods, and I was destined not to have this blessing?

This is not only in the heart of Mrs. Jin, almost everyone present who got the spirit wine vaguely held such thoughts.

"Ugh?"

Suddenly, Jin Anfu's eyes stopped at a corner on the second floor.

On the entire second floor, all the tables and chairs were blown to pieces, except for the table in the corner.

Not only that, the table looked extremely neat, even the chopsticks placed on it were neat and quiet, as if the gust of wind just avoided this table deliberately!

Jin Anfu stared at it for a while, and suddenly asked, "Who was sitting at that table just now?"

The people present looked at each other with confused faces.

On the other hand, Jin Shuli showed a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, but he didn't express his inner thoughts, he just said softly: "That... that table, I arranged it for a friend."

"Friend?" Jin Anfu asked, "What kind of friend?"

"I met by chance on the road." Jin Shuli was a little confused: "I only know that his name is Su Mo, and I don't know the rest."

"Su Mo..."

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Jin Shuli asked.

"Nothing." Jin Anfu shook his head.

It should be just a coincidence. .

Chapter 391

The sun is about to set, and the warm setting sun is falling on the body, which feels very comfortable.

Zhang Ji's forehead was slightly sweaty, and the little girl Zhang Xiaogou was panting heavily, looking tired.

"Su Zhenchuan."

Finally, Zhang Ji couldn't help but asked: "Where do you want to go? The whole Changcheng is about to be visited by you."

When the gust of wind blew, Su Mo had already taken the two of them away.

After coming out of the restaurant, he wandered aimlessly on the main streets of Changcheng.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Su Mo still had no intention of stopping.

"It's almost there." Su Mo turned his head and smiled at the two of them, "The last place is Qingyun Temple."

He has probably walked through every place in Changcheng before, and he has seen it carefully with his eyes.

But there is almost no trace of evil spirit remaining.

But the demonic aura on the two Taoist boys was clearly strong.

It seems that this monster has been hiding in Qingyun Temple.

"Are you really planning to meet that real Qingxu?"

"What kind of real person?" Su Mo sneered, "A first-order demon dares to call himself a real person, and besides, the spirit wine was clearly a sorcery."

"As the true biography of Maoshan, since I have encountered it, I naturally have no reason to let it go."

"demon?"

Zhang Ji's expression changed, but he gritted his teeth and finally followed behind Su Mo.

"Are you not afraid?" Su Mo smiled at him: "Actually, you don't have to come with me. It doesn't matter if you just find an inn to rest for a night. I still have some ocean here, and I can give you some."

"Afraid, of course I'm afraid."

Zhang Ji showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "But the old man, I just made a divination for myself, and the divination is a bad omen!"

"The only way to survive is with you, the true biography. Only by following you can you have a chance to turn disaster into good luck and make disaster auspicious."

He can't guide others to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, but looking at his own way of life, there is no problem.

Qingyun Temple is located at a corner at the end of Changcheng.

Generally speaking, these Taoist temples are not built in the bustling center of the city.

After all, he is a practitioner, so he still wants to be quiet after all.

Su Mo didn't use his mana, he just walked around the courtyard, and he had to take care of the elderly and children behind him.

Therefore, when they arrived outside the gate of Qingyun Temple, the sky had completely darkened, and a round of bright moon hung high in the sky.

Su Mo stepped up generously and knocked on the door.

"I'm coming!"

Not long after, hurried footsteps came from inside, and the door opened, revealing the figure of a middle-aged Taoist: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Stay overnight." Su Mo said with a smile.

"Stay overnight?" The middle-aged Taoist was stunned, and looked Su Mo up and down: "There are many restaurants and inns in the city, and the environment is much better than our Taoist temple. Why did you come here?"

"I met a thief on my way, my money bag was stolen, and now I'm penniless. I heard that there is a Qingyun temple in Changcheng, and the real Qingxu is compassionate, so I thought of staying overnight."

“Rooms are full!”

Just after Su Mo finished speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked impatient and rushed away with his sleeves: "Hurry up, hurry up..."

With that said, close the door.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from inside: "Shou Xin, who is outside the door?"

"Ah?" The middle-aged Taoist priest known as Shouxin trembled, and fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He winked at Su Mo desperately, then rushed in and said, "Master, it's nothing, it's just..."

"We're here to stay!"

But before he could speak, Su Mo said loudly: "I wonder if there is a guest room in the temple?"

"Hey you..." Shou Xin was anxious.

But the old voice in the room came out again: "Of course there is a guest room, Shouxin, why are you still standing there? Why don't you rush to clean the room?"

"Yes, Master!"

Shou Xin seemed to be very afraid of the owner of the voice, sighed slightly, opened the door, and walked straight towards the backyard.

Not far behind the door is a corridor, through which is the reception hall.

An old gray-haired Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the futon. When he saw Su Mo and the others coming in, he opened his eyes and smiled and said, "My apprentice is ignorant, so don't take offense."

"It's okay." Su Mo waved his hand, looking around the room casually.

On the contrary, Zhang Ji held his little granddaughter's hand tightly, and followed Su Mo step by step without saying a word.

The moment he stepped into this Taoist temple, he felt the hairs all over his body suddenly, and he felt like a light on his back all the time!

Although he has never practiced spells, fortune tellers are naturally very sensitive to some things.

"How many are from other places?" the old Taoist asked.

"Well." Su Mo nodded: "I came to Changcheng to do business, but I met a thief. I don't know when the money bag was stolen. I really have no choice but to spend the night in Guiguan."

"Be careful when going out." The old Taoist shook his head and said, "There are still many guest rooms in the temple. You can stay, eat and drink as you like, and it's all free. It's just that there is little water in the Taoist temple, and there are no delicious dishes."

As he spoke, the old Taoist recited the channel number.

It's just that a bit of salivation and greed flashed in the depths of his eyes.

This expression disappeared in a flash, but was clearly captured by Su Mo.

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Moreover, the reasons he just said are extremely clumsy and full of loopholes, as long as a normal person can basically see the problem.

After all, his clothes are worth a lot of money, and he can't afford to stay in an inn or something, it's just nonsense.

But the old Taoist didn't care about it at all, as if he believed it was true.

Obviously, he had ulterior motives for letting Su Mo and the others live in.

After the battle with Fei Zong, Su Mo's realm has been vaguely improved, and now he can perfectly restrain his own breath, and he looks like a mortal.

The two had their own thoughts and discussed some trivial things.

Not long after, Shou Xin walked in, not daring to look at the old Taoist priest, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "The guest room has been packed."

"Ah."

The old Taoist nodded: "It's getting late, let's go to rest earlier, keep your heart, and take a few to the guest room."

"Yes." Shou Xin turned to Su Mo and said, "Come with me."

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The backyard is not too far from here.

Not long after, Su Mo and the others followed Shou Xin into a guest room.

The room is fairly spacious, with tables, chairs, and benches. There are quilts on the bed in the corner.

"This is your room." Shou Xin said to Su Mo, and then looked at the old Taoist priest: "Your room is next door, I will take you there."

"No need." Zhang Ji quickly waved his hand and said, "Just one room is fine, and the few of us squeeze together."

"Squeeze?"

Shou Xin looks strange.